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shit was tragic
What a fuckin sad Catastrophe
If a nigga spazzing
My ass gone be laughing
Think I'm fucking gassin
Got something for your ass then
You

adding commas to my stash, I be riding round getting it by my lonely hating you can kiss my ass
Niggas pocket watching, I can't stand no grown ass Rico

ended him, silenced
Call up my niggas, I'm working till two
Told them slide by I'm fresh out the stu
The beat so hard, I turned burgundy blue
They said I

Huh
You told me, I told you
You owe me, I fold you
Riding round all by myself
Don't know where to go to
Know it might hurt you but I'm still gon tell

tell by how you square up
Fuck what you did
That shit don't scare us
Bitch I'm from Beaumont
Nigga and what

Man I can tell that you ain't ready
Hit

foolin'
It's a war outside, better bring your kicks
Caught the opp outta bounds , he was loose as shit

I'm taggin' his ass, I ain't miss by no inch
And I'm

her walking by i nearly fell down
Just like some ice in a glass yea she cubing
And she got a nice accent like a cuban yea 
She be takin classes she my

calling me boo
I tell her to shoo
Kuz all of that ass
Obstructing my view
I’ve got shit to do
Motivated by bluefaces
Ain't never trip'n
No suit cases

I've been thinking about you since you've been incarcerated
Hotbox opp pack by my dolo when in a car sedated
Just cause you were around, I blessed

Ayy, bitch, Lill Xayy
Gang,
Slide through with like 150, step out the V and my kicks look crispy
All of my hoes be sayin' they miss me, but I had

on the laser, we been goin' major
Slimeworld that's the label, surrounded by ghetto angels
Catch an opp, that's case closed, we don't do no statements
We don't

it hypocrisy
Know what
Call me the king
Call me the Reaper
Call up the sage and then I will teach ya
Everybody wanna kick it now
Is this the shit that

cheap kick in the balls, Charlie Brown
That's why I get by through THC and Delta-8
Cuz the echo chamber remains crazed, if not in a sedated state
So when

speakin facts
Coolin by myself couldnt kick it with you rats

Said im coolin by myself bitch never needed help
Pussy talking shit i come and kill you with

the grabba I can't get enough
Lotta problems get solved by a puff
Trend senders yeah we make it look easy
Twitching my fingers we gon do yo ass greasy
Sippin

the influence i had when i vent every line i write in this wrinkled old notepad
I got a gift from god blessed by the divine 
They took my dignity and pride 
But

the bucket with it
If you come to visit
I'mma kick your ass back
To the factory where your butt was printed

Actually I just got back
Said hi to your

Ayy, ooh, it's a nice-ass day in the city
Look, it's a nice-ass day in the city
Temp 92 and I'm thumbin' through 50s
Don't keep 20s cause they spend

and still kick it and bringing wicked
I'm living raw, straight by the boss
But I runs out of drugs no more
So let the coke pour on the scale boy
Let's get

IR-I, yeah yeah
Nephy three times, haha, come on

All my kinfolk sell dope, pimp hoes, rob foes
Kill foes, kick doors, like really, though
I do not

puff by the pound
Throwin' this money, they waitin' for it to come down
Fall in the spot, but only real ones allowed
Start from the bottom that mean

Southern Gangsta

Ludacris

Theater of the Mind

2008

[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"

R.I.P.

Young Jeezy

Hustle Music, Vol. 18

am, the nights broken
By the time a nigga get to the crib, the mall open
Man the nerve of this high-ass bitch, she on the molly
She said she she want

flat-foot but dance good and kick ass good
These niggas can't hold me, I'm a handful

The nigga nigga,
I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga, the nigga nigga
Fuck